Jake Bible Fiction

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    So, sometimes shit doesn’t go your way. That’s life, right?

    Yep. That’s why there’s the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s not just about bringing top quality micro-fiction your way, but also about me getting to vent and exorcise the demons that nearly drive me mad.

    In that spirit I bring you tonight’s drabble.

    Enjoy!

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    PUNCH

    By

    Jake Bible

    Punch.

    Punch, punch.

    Punch, punch, punch, punch.

    PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH.

    Pant, pant, sweat, pant. Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH,

    “Ow! Fuck!”

    “You about done?”

    “Not even close. Just getting started.”

    “Fine. I’m going to go get beer and smokes. Want anything?”

    “Ice. Plenty of ice. And whiskey. More whiskey than ice, but lots of ice.”

    “So whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, and ice?”

    “Something like that.”

    “Want a burrito? I think I’ll get a burrito.”

    “Nope. Just whiskey and ice.”

    “I’m guessing the ice is for your hand?”

    “And for the whiskey.”

    “Be right back.”

    Punch.

    PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Watch the thumb.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Friday. Night. Drabble. Party.

    Read those words, think upon them, embrace their meaning and learn from them. FOR THEY SHALL RULE THE WORLD!

    Or not. Whatever. It’s Friday and I’ve got a drabble for you.

    Enjoy!

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    Curling

    By

    Jake Bible

    The bony finger beckoned, curling in on itself again and again, as the hand withdrew into the tall weeds and high grass. Little Teal’s pig-tailed head was barely level with the top of that grass; even on tip-toes she couldn’t see who the finger belonged to.

    She watched as the finger receded, her eyes wary and careful. Mama had said to go outside and play in the backyard. But she also said not to go with strangers. Was this a stranger? Was it a neighbor?

    She didn’t know. The only way to find out was to follow.

    Which she did.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Teach your children well.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    It’s the Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Possibly the only thing to get me past the post-Halloween blues. Most people get that day after Christmas depression, but that’s my wife’s birthday so we keep the party rollin’. That means in our house the depression comes on November 1st instead.  The day after Halloween should be a holiday. It helps kids get past their sugar hangovers and adults get past their Halloween party hangovers. Make this a law now! NOW!

    Or just read this week’s drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Break

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Wind speed?” Heller whispered.

    “Twenty knots,” Mitchell replied. “South by southwest. Countdown in three…two…one…break.”

    The shot was fired and hit its target perfectly.

    By the time the bodyguards knew which way to look, Heller and Mitchell had broken down their hide and were heading to the extraction point. They had five minutes, tops.

    The buildings were old and derelict, but still occupied. Heller and Mitchell watched every window, every doorway. The extraction point was just ahead.

    Mitchell stepped out first then went down. Perfect head shot. The bullet ripped apart any chance of him realizing the irony of his death.

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    Disclaimer: A sniper’s life is always intense.

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    The last Friday before Halloween!

    I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.

    Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.

    Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!

    Enjoy!

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    Had to Get Home

    By

    Jake Bible

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

    His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.

    So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.

    When he got home, they were all crying. Why?

    There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.

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    Cheers!

    And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!

    Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

  • Friday Night Drabble Party!

    Dang, man, is it Friday already? Then let’s get this Party started!

    Another horror/Halloween themed Drabble for ya tonight. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

    And, being this most wonderful time of the year, I am sure you are in the mood for more than just 100 words! Oh, I know you are.  So how about you check out my newest novel, Z-Burbia! Just click on the pic and away you will go! Then come back and read some drabbley goodness!

    Zburbia_ebook_cover

    Enjoy!

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    Children Will Play

    By

    Jake Bible

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we are calling you this morning,” the children sang.

    They played their little game, holding hands, walking slowly in a circle. Their voices lifted into the Autumn air like dead leaves blowing on the wind.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, come on home, our darling,” they sang.

    The body in the center of the circle stirred. First a twitch of its leg, a flutter of its hand.

    “Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we give this form to thee,” the children continued, “For Tinker Man, Tinker Man, we want the world to bleed.”

    The body rose. The children cheered.

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Nothing to see, just innocent children’s games. So very innocent…